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Goodbye to papers
With cybernetics on rise
Marking new era.
36
Bees in flower bed
Win over to suck nectar
With sweet melody.
37
Voyage to south
And wind to north
Marking life closely.
38
Yoyo in hands ever
Faith to conquer all heights
To discern from old.
39
Paper planes or boats
Always creative to the core
Playful all the times.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem